When I was a little girl,

I thought adults had silly rules. Like that you had to cover your head up in church, even if the “cover” was a tissue. Or that you couldn’t wear white shoes in December, even if they were your fanciest ones and the exact color of snow. Or that some people were less important . . . or less holy . . or less beautiful than other people. As far as I was concerned, the only rule that really mattered was this one: Kindness. I still think that.